To Bassifie, his wiues mother, when shee was angry

MAdam, I read to you a little since,
The story of a Knight that had incurd
The deep displeasure of a mighty Prince:
For feare of which, long time he neuer sturd,
Till watching once the King that came frō Chappel,
His little sonne fast by him, with his Gardon,
Entic'd the Infant to him with an apple;
So caught him in his armes, and su'd for pardon:
Then you shall turne your angry frown from lafter,
As oft as in mine armes you see your daughter.